After the success of earlier book, the ‘Chariot Of Musings ‘ was more successful with poet-lovers commending around the world. A soul-stirring collection of poems…
Foreword by Eminent Poets & Writers (Chariot Of Musings)
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I studies with great attention and deep delight the wonderful poem book.
The collection of poems book is educationally useful, culturally relevant, academically sound, socially acceptable, psychologically meaningful, pedagogically helpful, philosophically admirable, historically excellent, scientifically beautiful and no doubt, it is impressive, interesting, informative, inspiring, appealing and above all thought provoking.
Poet T. Ashok Chakravarthy’s collection is one that should be read in a calm frame of mind. Each thought is to be savored, each tortured emotion is to be turned over and over in the reader’s mind, in order to get the full flower of this offering.
This interesting collection of poems by Scholar, Mr. Ashok Chakravarthy focuses attention on the present appalling state of affairs in the country.
I compliment the poet for his erudition and for his fine collection of poems, which I have enjoyed reading. I am sure, other readers will find this collection equally enjoyable.
DR. P. GANESH
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Poetry is a spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions; it has its origin in emotion recollected in tranquility. Thus spoke Wordsworth, Words worth a million! One should first of all have an eye for beauty, an ear for melody and then a heart to experience and a mind to treasure, chum, recollect and reproduce the emotional experience in tranquility. Ashok is gifted with all these qualities in a rich abundance.
He has already had a volume of poems to his credit holding the world enraptured and spellbound. He files on the wings of imagination and captures everything in the vast panorama of nature and human life, the beautiful and the ugly, joy and sorrow, light and darkness, ‘the fragrance of joys, the clouds of ecstasy and the dreams of delight”. The next moment he feels shaken by “the skies of gloom and the strings of doom”. There are momentary and are often changing. He finds that the world is plunged irretrievably in sorrow and suffering.
He wonders why there is so much of disparity and disillusionment and violence and devastation. He looks helplessly on the “Rag Picker” whose dead hungry moments….
Hasten to throw his skeleton
Before the eyes of humanity
In “Poverty Compulsions”, his heart bleeds when he sees how … “The angelic eyes and astounding beauty are sacrificed to appease the greed and lust of the Society”.
In “The Unabated Ravage”, he is shocked by the stark “Poverty, Orphanage, Starvation and Violence” having an unmitigated hold over the society and he desperately asks, “can’t we hear mother earth’s moans?” In a deep sense of frustration and mental agony, he shakes his head and asserts emphatically, “Apathy towards the human is not the right option”.
Ashok raises from the pond of despondency. He realizes that every cloud has a silver lining and that the darkest hour in the sight is the hour before dawn. His clarion call to the society is, “Let us unite and think positive of the world”. In his poem, Why I Write, he wants to ….
“Let my inner self speak through the pen,
Hope, very soon, some hearts it can soften”.
He further says, “The essence of life, longs for a spark
To rekindle yet another hope for the future”.
Yes, Ashok, hope is the last straw that man clings on to, looking forward to a brighter dawn, a better, happier and more prosperous future. It is not in vain that Shelly exhorts us to “Hope till hope creates of its own wreck the thing it contemplates”. Glad to know, Ashok, that though often frustrated, you are not devoid of hope, the only human instinct which drives the world forward into unknown regions of bravery and discovery.
Ashok is over and over again rattled by an emotional upheaval of strange ideas so much that he is caught in a maze of conflicting paths. But, he luckily endowed with the wisdom to steer himself into the right direction. He is a poet of amazing vision and forceful expression, combining in him the uncontrollable Will of Shelly, the Sensuousness of Keats, the Rebellious Spirit of Byron, the Robust Optimism of Browning and the Solemnity and Serenity of Wordsworth.
He has a long and bright future.
May God grant him the food fortune of ascending greater heights among the galaxy of universal poets.
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This serves to express my joy and a sense of honor to write the Foreword for my fellow poet T. Ashok Chakravarthy. I quote, “Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet never really meet; and two others at first speech are old friends”. How true is the second part of the quote. Ashok and I met atBombayAirport on our way toIASI, Tomania, to attend World Congress of Poets convention and have been buddies since then.
T. Ashok Chakravarthy writes but feel imprisoned in his own fort waiting for another theme to sneak and sow a seed. He is determined to write even though thoughts fail to confince him. But he struggles unceasingly on a steep un-imaginative domain. His mind is flooded with “too many thoughts / so many themes / some delightful / some mournful”. His thoughts do make merry rounds.
T. Ashok Chakravarthy seems to be speaking of himself. Here he is entrapped in the reminiscences of his childhood; there he is ready to opt to see The Other Part of life embedded in gloom; now he is happy, looking at nature, ‘the dawn peeps and his heart creeps”, then his heart goes to the downtrodden, the orphans, the illiterates, the children abused and neglected; and yet
He has to write, write and highlight
The pitiable, emotive and hunger’s plight
With a hope, some hearts in can soften.
To him, life is a cluster of knots / a future of unexplored destiny. Ups and Downs pester him and he seeks another part of Inner Life
The worn out curtain
in my room around
Greet me in silence.
Perhaps, they know
I too am a companion
Who match their stature.
This is how I know T. Ashok. The poems published in vast number of magazines speak louder than what I may write. A critic is a legless man who teaches running and I don’t want to be legless. To quote Dr. Johnson: “A fly, Sir, may I sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect and the other is a horse still”. So, neither do I wish to be an insect.
I wish, Ashok shall, as he promises us in one of his Poem “never look back / keep on marching / opt for a positive thinking / to achieve something”.
WE HAVE ONE LIFE TO LIVE – THIS IS NOT A DRESS REHEARSAL